Unknown Knight

"Kill them all!" "Confiscate their property!" "Let them figure out who is the grandson and who is the grandfather!"...

Ivante's words directly ignited the people off the field. Once the oppression and occupation that were taken for granted no longer existed, it gave rise to not only regret, but more importantly, resentment and hatred from the bottom of their hearts. They roared, swore, and cursed madly, wishing they could kill all the outsiders in the secret bay right now.

This exciting scene greatly satisfied Ivant's vanity as the first patriarch of Zion City. He thought that it was because of his strong appeal that he could ignite everyone's response. He couldn't help but be moved by himself. In an instant, he was in sync with the excited crowd off the field. His eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he shouted crazily with others.

Soon, everyone present, whether it was Ivant's relatives or the local residents who were watching, became excited as if they were drunk. Their shouts became louder and louder. The two thousand people seemed to be able to break through the walls of Zion and rush directly towards the Secret Bay stronghold.

However, not everyone was so excited that they lost their minds. One of the driving forces behind this incident, Chief Sabir, who was a businessman, looked up at the sky. It was already noon and the sun was at its highest point. It was time for lunch.

Even though the people below are excited, if they were asked to travel more than ten miles under the scorching sun with rumbling stomachs to attack the stronghold in the secret bay, their morale would probably be largely lost before they even get there, and it would be impossible for them to accomplish anything.

He spat in disdain in his heart, stepped forward, pulled the corner of Ivante's clothes, and whispered in his ear:

"Brother Ivante, it's getting late now, and it's time to eat. Why don't we let the tribesmen disperse first, go back to eat something delicious, and then have a good rest. Then we can prepare dry food, sharpen swords and guns, and make siege equipment. It won't be too late to attack the city tomorrow!"

Although Ivante was vain, he was not a reckless person. After hearing this, he looked up at the sky and nodded in agreement.

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In the evening, Aix excitedly counted today's gains. Recently, more and more people came to trade, with more than 300 people every day, which far exceeded the base's capacity to accommodate guests, so that he was exhausted every day.

It's not just him. There are nearly 600 people in the entire base. It's not like that. Everyone is either busy entertaining guests or working overtime to produce the goods that have already been pre-ordered.

The happiest time of the day is when he counts the day's harvest in the evening.

From the opening of the market to now, it has been less than half a month, and the profits from the base have made up for all the previous expenses. He has also bought five or six camels and more than ten good horses. He is confident that in a month at most, he can save enough camels and horses, so that after the death season is over, he can happily return to his territory.

Just as he was imagining the passionate moments with his first wife, Gangde, a hurried sound of footsteps came to the door, and then Bolcha pushed the door open and ran in with a panicked look on his face...

In the central hall inside the mound, except for a few guards on duty, all the people in the stronghold gathered here.

The central hall has been widened to nearly thirty meters and is now full of people. Even the corridor surrounding the hall on the second floor is full of people. Everyone is silent and looking nervously at the leaders standing on the high platform on the side of the hall close to the cliff.

Aix was also nervous. When Bolcha brought the message from Ogbai Rogge, he was so shocked that the silver coins in his hand dropped. But at this moment, he had to cheer up and scanned all the people in the field with confident and bright eyes.

As someone who had led troops and commanded tens of thousands of subjects, he knew that confidence was the most basic requirement for a group's success, and he was obviously the core of confidence for everyone on the field.

If he panics or even loses confidence, everyone will lose confidence as well, and then they will ultimately face failure. All the planning he has racked his brains for for so long, everyone's hard work these days, and everyone's hopes for a better future will all come to nothing, and everyone may even lose their lives in the end.

According to Rogge's message, Ivant, the patriarch of the Harisi family in Zion City, has gathered one or two thousand people, and they will launch an attack on the stronghold tomorrow.

After the initial panic, he calmed down. Through various channels, he knew more or less about the situation in Zion City. The population of the entire town was less than 5,000. He would never believe that Ivant could muster an army of 2,000 people. Rogge had ulterior motives. If he told him that he was really defeated, he could take the important supplies and hide in his stronghold by boat. He should have counted all the men, women and children at that time.

Calculated based on the population structure, the ratio of men to women in the city is similar, with more women. If half of the women are removed, there are still 2,000 people left. If more than half of the elderly and children are removed, there will be at most more than 1,000 young and strong people left.

Moreover, not all the forces in this city are on the same side with Ivante, so the troops he assembled might be even smaller, probably only five or six hundred people at most.

However, the population structure on our side is different. Although there are only more than 500 people, there are only thirty or forty women, and the rest are men, most of whom are young and strong, about 300 people.

There is a reason for this population structure. In ancient feudal society, women were generally just vassals of men, with more property attributes. In addition to their own conditions, it was usually men who went out to make a living. In addition, the harsh environment of the Death Desert also screened out those who could fall here, and they were generally men with stronger physiques. (Except for the strong Nords, which is a special case.)

With this calculation, with the rudimentary wall and more than 300 young and strong men, it should not be a big problem for us to resist the attack of 500 to 600 people. The only variable is the shaken morale of the army. We must find a way to stabilize it and improve everyone's fighting will.

Hearing more and more voices whispering below, it was obvious that some people had already known the news that Zion was going to attack. Measures must be taken quickly to prevent the panic from spreading like an epidemic.

Thinking of this, Aix sorted out his thoughts a little, stepped forward and pressed his hand on everyone in the field. Seeing this, Niza and Bestur shouted three times from the left and right:

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

The sound echoed in the hall and the circular corridor, which had a very good effect. Seeing this, Aix cleared his throat and said:

“No matter where we come from, what we did, or what our identities are, we are here, in our place of suffering, the City of Zion, and we have only one name – outsiders.

Not only that, those hateful local masters also add words such as hateful, mean, stupid, dirty, etc. to slander and demean us before this name. I want to ask everyone here, are we born to be mean and deserve to be given these slanderous names by them?"